Aldor stumbled out of the cavern panting, the womans sword still gripped in his hand. He knew it was a fight he could not win, but the gallant stand of who appeared to be his ancestor struck courage in him.
Slowing, the dwarf looked at him in bewilderement 'Indeed you must have a story to tell if a wight be coming to you aid!' 'I do' he said with a slight smile, and went to help the young Haydn be carried to safety.
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